Desirable Lies

Color Outside the Lines

~Katy~

The house is in total blackness, except for the little path lights that are placed in outlets throughout the home. It's just enough light for me to see as I navigate the stairs and head toward John's office. I pass the den on my way and confirm he's not in there. Maybe he couldn't sleep either and he's gotten up to work. His blankets were strewn across his bed like he'd fought with them. My guess is that he attempted sleep, just like me, but couldn't.

His office door is open and a lamp provides a soft light. I hear grunting sounds and my stomach immediately flips.

I step around the doorway and I'm utterly shocked at what I find.

John is sitting in his leather chair, his pants are undone and his cock is standing proudly. His hand moving up and down in short, uneven strokes. I release a tiny whimper and his eyes snap up to mine.

"Christ, Katy." He tucks himself back inside his pants, which is not an easy task. He's rock hard and his engorged cock does not look happy to be stuffed into the confined space. I wince just watching him.

"Don't you fucking knock?" he barks in my direction.

"The door was open," I murmur, feeling idiotic.

He looks behind me to the open doorway. "I suppose it was. What are you doing out of bed though?"

"I think the better question is, what are you?" I feel cheeky and want to watch him squirm a bit at being caught. Except he's collected and composed, and continues watching me calmly. He shakes his head at me, obviously not taking the bait. "Don't ask questions that you're not prepared to hear the answers to."

I cross the room and stand before him, my legs still shaky from what I just witnessed. "You were pleasuring yourself."

He's quiet and still. "You were thinking of me weren't you." I hadn't meant it as an accusation, but thankfully John doesn't seem to take offense. "I'm just curious..."

"I have needs, Katy, as you know."

I nod. "We both do." I take a step closer.

"Be careful, sweetness. You're playing with fire, tempting me, making me want something I can't have."

"Who says you can't?" I don't know who the girl is taunting him, but I'm feeling bold and restless and lonely. It's a piss poor combination, and makes me want to act out.

He lifts one dark eyebrow, watching me closely. "Did you change your mind about all this, because I'll fuck you here and now, so deep you'll still feel my cock inside you tomorrow."

I don't say anything else, mostly because I don't know what to say, but my body is humming with anticipation. My nipples harden against the flimsy tank top and my panties cling to me.

John releases a frustrated groan, watching me, and pushes his palm against his erection, which is definitely still there. "What in the actual fuck, Katy?" His tone is a cross between playful and angry.

"I'm sorry I interrupted you," I say.

"Fuck it," he says, leaning his head back against the leather chair and closing his eyes. When he opens them again, his anger is gone. All I see is lust.

"Why didn't you ever take me?" I ask.

"As the weeks passed, you started to mean more to me. I didn't want to take something from you that wasn't mine."

It is yours, I want to tell him. "But that day that Stella showed up, you were going to." I'd seen the look in his eyes and I knew he was finally going to give himself to me.